Chasing Me (10 page)

The smile spreads across his face before he peppers my face with kisses. “You’ve made my fuckin’ week babe. Let’s get dressed and go pack you some shit.” He says, tossing a look over his shoulder. “I assume we’ll have to let Luke know what’s up. I’ll get my ass beat, but fuck it’s worth it.” His look goes completely predatory. “Please tell me you’re gonna suck my dick at thirty thousand feet.”

“Go put your shirt on honey.” I tease with a wink. “I’ll let them know it’s safe to come in now, that way they’ll stop listening at the door.” I shout just as I reach the door, yanking it open to meet two sets of misty eyes and a pair covered in shades. “Oh Henry, stop blubbering already.” I tease, rolling my eyes.

“Welcome to the craziness sweets!” Cam squeals as my two best friends pin me in a group hug and shriek their excitement into my ears.

“That’s hot as hell, ladies.” Hunter says with a groan. “I’m afraid that, unless we want Anal Annie bitchin’ like a crazy cuckoo clock, it would be best not to take the time out to fully appreciate the girl on girl on girl lovin’. It really hurts me to be the voice of reason here, I mean literally it hurts right here.” He groans, rubbing his groin. The three of us turn, giving him middle fingers in three different manicured colors. “I love you sexy women, but I’ll have to take a rain check.” Hunter starts toward his bedroom, and I can admit I watch nothing but his ass as he walks away wishing like hell it was him I was nibbling on and not my bottom lip. “Besides, as many times as Chase brought the ‘Cum Train’ into the station last night, I’m probably too dehydrated to get hard. Let alone spray all three of you with my screamer creamer.”

“I’m jackass intolerant!” Daisy spits as the door slams.

“He’s taking this situation better than I thought he would.” Henry says, scrubbing his hand over the scruff on his chin.

My eyes stare at the closed door, “Hunter will continue to surprise you at every opportunity unless you start letting yourselves see him as I do.”

“Nothing he does surprises me, Chase. I’ve been pulling the tow line for years now, waiting for this. Now I’m just gonna watch like the proud big brother I get to be.” Henry replies, crossing his arms over his chest. The more I think about how he sheltered and protected Hunter when he acted out, it makes sense and has me loving the ‘Big Man’ even more. “Just don’t go tell him that shit; his head doesn’t need to swell any bigger than it already is.”

“Listen, Chase, about last night…” Cam starts, but I put my hand up to stop her.

“I know. Last night was your wedding and was supposed to be special, perfect. Hunter and I had unfinished business that shouldn’t have been brought there. It really is what set him off. For that, I’m sorry. Hunter knows now, so you should too; I am not going anywhere. He’s going to need all of us if she is his daughter. People mess up, family forgives and loves anyway. You can’t help but love him, and he deserves it more than anyone I know.” I choke out when the door opens. Hunter emerges from the room, fully dressed, carrying my bag and shoes from last night.

Daisy and Cam both walk toward him, throwing their arms around him. “Oh, hell,” He says, letting my stuff clatter to the floor, embracing them both uncomfortably. “Are you both knocked up? I can’t deal with all the hormones around here. Chicks crying and shit, can’t we all just fuck and get along?” Hunter winks at me, the heat in his eyes making me blush. “Alright ladies…um, back up. Obviously, I am
not
as dehydrated as I thought.” He adds, both girls jump back from him.

“According to Annie himself, gotta be at the airport in three hours. I’ll call for a cab to take you. Text me the address, we’ll pick you up in an hour or so. After that, I’ll call and book Chase a ticket.” Henry chimes in, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Actually, my ride is still in the parking garage.” I interrupt, knowing that I am not leaving my baby to be dealt with by Mitch or worse, Luke. “If I’m flying to Nashville with you, we’ll need to take it back to Luke’s and park it in the garage anyway. Besides,” I shrug. “I know that any paparazzi won’t be looking for my wheels to find Hunter.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Hunter says, scooping up my stuff. “My shit is packed and on the bed, Big Man. See ya later.” He adds, tossing me my shoes before shoving me out the door.

Who’s The Bitch Now?

Hunter

Chase is quiet in the elevator, which usually would bother me. Any other time, I would be expecting an exchange of x-rated banter before attempting to cop a feel. Not today. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the sperm that got away, among other things. Me, a father? The only thing more shocking then the fact that there is a little girl possibly running around with my DNA is that Chase has faith in me not to fuck it up. How can someone, who hasn’t even known me a year, believe more in me than I do?

When the doors open to the parking garage, I take her hand in mine. The surprise on her face, the smile that follows, has me deciding that I need to do this a lot more often. Touching her this way has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with her being my ground wire. Everything in my life spins so fast. Sometimes, it’s like being on a runaway merry-go-round, but Chase seems to slow that down. I am starting to get what Aiden means when he says that Cam is sort of a safe haven. How only Camaron can calm him in those moments he starts losing his grasp on the control he holds onto desperately.

Chase walks a step ahead of me, but keeps our hands joined. My eyes stay glued to her ass as it swishes back and forth.
Hey, just because the hand holding wasn’t about sex doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it! We all do, some people are just liars. Not me, I’ll tell anyone who asks: My name is Hunter Chesterfield and I’m always thinking about sex. My mind spends most the time in the gutter on the corner of Sixty-Nine Street and Anal Sex Avenue. It’s the breast part of the trip to my favorite destination, Vagina. I would live there if I could get bacon delivered.

Tiger Lily’s delectable ass stops its rhythmic swishing torture right in front of a hot pink and black crotch rocket, stopping my lust filled haze of nibbling at every inch of her. “This isn’t your bike.” I blurt.

Walking around to the back, Chase just beams at me. “Of course it isn’t my bike Hunter, it’s my baby.” I just watch, in shock, as she removes a bag strapped down to the back. She shimmies into a pair of skinny jeans, letting the dress from last night fall back into place. Hopping from foot to foot, she trades the heels for a pair of chucks that match the damn bike. “With the bag on the back, you’ll have to crowd me some, but it’s not too far to Luke’s place.” She explains once she adjusts the bag, giving us as much room as possible.

Frozen in place, I stare at her like an idiot as she swings a leg over the side. Her fingers flex around the handlebars’ grips. Chase steadies the hot pink monster between her thighs, popping up the kickstand. With a few clicks, it roars to life. “You comin’,” She asks arching a brow at me, almost daring me to climb on behind her.

“Any minute now,” I mutter. Walking over, I adjust my throbbing erection and climb on behind her. My hands wrap around her middle once I am settled on the seat. Just the thought of pumping into her from behind, while straddling her bike, makes my balls tighten painfully begging for release. Chase rolls her ass against my crotch, instantly I hiss out a breath.

“Ridin’ bitch on my ride makin’ you hard, huh Hunter?” She taunts me then revs the engine.

Leaning down, I let my teeth graze her earlobe. “If we had the time, I’d bend you over those handlebars and show you who’s the bitch, babe.” I growl, over the sound of the engine idling. Chase rolls against my aching crotch once more, releasing the brake as I moan. The bike roars forward, making me tighten my grip on her waist as we zip out of the garage and onto the street.

The morning traffic of Vegas doesn’t faze Chase in the least. When my body tenses at the closeness of the vehicles, she weaves through the hectic cluster of cars and trucks. Mere inches separating our unprotected bodies from having our asses scraped into body bags as she makes her way down the strip.

She’s completely in her element, and it’s hot as hell. There is something so sexy about the confident way she leans into each turn as if she and the bike are one. Her free spirit isn’t cocky like I come off most times. Chase is sure of herself, unafraid to admit what she wants in life, going after her dreams. Chasing the hell out what she wants with everything she has. I shouldn’t be surprised she has a bike, every ounce of this woman screams ‘wild and reckless’ and yet she is centered and stable at the same time.

Zipping into a driveway, Chase ducks into a garage, and kills the engine. “So, was it good for you?” She purrs, angling her head to look at me over her shoulder.

Pulling her back against my chest, I grind my dick against her ass so she can feel how
good
it was for me and take her mouth with mine. The sigh of pleasure that comes from her mouth nearly makes me blow my wad in my jeans. My brain starts short circuiting; all it can think of is how many more of those little noises I can pry from those lips before I have to take her on the garage floor.

The minute I decide to hell with the recording session and the plane tickets being non-refundable, I hear a male throat clear. “Get your groupie infested mouth off my sister.” Chase pulls away, her eyes snapping angrily to Luke who stands at the door beside Mitch. “Seems to me you’re hard of hearing, Cunter.” Luke bites out, his fist clenched at his sides.

“I hear just fine, actually.” I reply confidently, climbing off the bike. “Just don’t really give a rat’s ass about your opinion.”

Luke looks ready to charge, but Chase snaps instead. “Enough, both of you.” Hopping from the bike, she removes the bag. “I’m packing a bag and going to Nashville for a while; consider this my extended vacation. I’m due for some time.” She adds, shoving past Luke and Mitch, disappearing into the house.

“You’re doing what?” Luke roars, turning to follow her inside.

Mitch pins me with a stare, letting me know that I am not exactly invited in for a beer. “Yeah, I’ll just call for our ride.” I mutter, heading out of the garage into the driveway.

“She doesn’t just care about you, ya know?” Mitch says, making me stop mid-step. “Chase is in love with you.”

“Yeah,” I nod in agreement. “So, you knew that and yet you still went after my girl?” Jerking around to face him I square my shoulders, knowing he could easily rip my ass apart. I, at least, want to see the look on his face before he comes at me. “You’re a rotten bastard.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “It wasn’t like that.” Mitch bites out defensively. “Chase and I, we’re friends. She’s been there for me when I needed her. That won’t be changing any time soon; you’ll get used to havin’ me around.” Stepping toward me, he sizes me up.

“I’m supposed to believe you don’t wanna fuck my girl? That you don’t want her for yourself?” I ask, remembering the texts on her phone in Nashville. The dull ache of hurt and the pang of jealousy I never expected to feel for any woman returns full force. My chest tightens at the thought of her leaving me again for this dickhead after everything she said back at the hotel.

“No. I don’t care if you believe me.” He shrugs, his finger presses into my chest. “Chase,” Mitch says, being sure to drive his point home. “You should believe
her.
She’d never betray the ones that she cares about; especially not you.” Looking back toward the house quickly, Mitch’s eyes go dead serious when they hit me again. “Luke would fuckin’ pound my ass if he knew I was saying this to you. He wants no part of this life for Chase and I can’t say that I blame him. I don’t know what she sees in you, but all I want is for her to be happy. Right now, you’re doing that. I saw how she was looking at you when you sang together. She deserves to have that, so don’t fuck it up again asshole.”

I start to say something, but he turns away without another word. Mitch ‘maybe not such a bitch after all’ disappears into the house. Waiting until the door slams behind him, I blow out a breath of relief that I didn’t get the fist to the jaw I know he wanted to give me. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I text Big Man the address on the mailbox. Just to be on the safe side, I include for him to hurry the fuck up because I don’t want to push my good luck too far.